• tab There was no guilt as I dragged Mr. Woods' lifeless body into the closet. There should've been, but there wasn't. Only the burning anger of hatred.
    tab Before closing the door, I stared into his eyes. The same expression. Pleading. I smiled. It was a wonderful sight.
    tab After taking time to take in the sight of his dead body, I closed the closet doors. I went outside, took a shovel, and furociously dug a hole in the ground, promising myself that no one would know of this. No one would know what happened that day.

    tab Believe it or not, the next few days were pretty normal. Normal, that is, considering what had just happened to me, or more so, what I had just done.
    tab But...it was hard hiding it all, and to tell the truth, I was getting a little worried myself. Maybe...someone would find out. After all, the closet is easy to open. No locks, no nothing. Just a swing of the door, and the fright of your life.
    tab As paranoia began to swell, I found myself rushing home, opening the closet, every time taking a large breath of relief when I saw him still there.
    tab Something else was different too. My personality made a complete 180, the second time, it seems, as I found myself more rebellious, more prone to anger than before. No one knew what to think of me anymore. Not even me. Who was I, really? If I really was a...weapon, as he called me, why was I out here? In public sight?
    tab At one point, I just stopped asking myself these questions. Why bother? I thought to myself. What good would come out of it, even if the questions were answered? And the moment I began to forget everything, I think that was the moment that I was reminded, once again, who I really was.

    tab No one liked me anymore. That's not a huge surprise, seeing I was never the magnet for love, but it was...different now. People were staying away from me, avoiding me at any cost as I strode down the hall, back hunched, hands stuffed in pockets. Even Stacy. Heck, especially Stacy. Because of me, she was looked down on as well. No one wanted to get close to her. Not her. Not a slut.
    tab We were the same in that way. Excluded from the group, outcasts. But even then, we hated eachother.
    tab Hated eachother...It's odd saying it, but now that I think about it, every time our eyes met, there was a mutual feeling of resent. Both for our own reasons, but it was there. And I guess that's why I didn't care about what happened next. At first.

    tab March 28th was the day it all happened. The day I was brought back to reality, on who I really was. The day that I saw what I had let myself become. The day I picked up Stacy's diary. March 28th is a day that I can replay in my head right now, with no misleading memories, no problem at all. And it all started with me throbbing in pain, throwing myself to the ground.
    tab All the flashing memories...
    tab I kept on telling myself this couldn't be happening. I wanted to forget everything. Who I was, what I had done, why I was here...
    tab But all those questions I tried to forget just came rushing back inside me as I found myself surrounded in darkness once again, with that familiar voice echoing around the vacant space.
    tab "Good morning, my little robotic friend. I have someone new to introduce you to." And I knew it all'd go to hell from there.